Keep on truckin'

The year continued on in a bit of blur... I remember Christmas being tough with both sides of the family not yet deciding how to treat each other with the break down of my parents' marriage. We moved into our house in December and my mom let my dad come be a part of that but he didn't treat her very well. He tried to rehash arguments and so it got the point where he wasn't allowed at the house anymore. My sister was starting to struggle with school and it was partly due to the turmoil of her emotions and home life. She was considered to young to have a voice or an opinion. Having a quiet disposition did not help argue against this thought.  I was fitting in at school and doing well in my classes. I remember my mom trying to let my dad visit a few more times throughout the winter. My school life was a welcome escape. I started to participate in extra curricular activities like drama. I was coming out of my shell little by little. I spent a lot of time hanging out at the church after school with the youth pastor and talking. I cried a lot. I didn't like anyone else to know how I was feeling so I faked a smile and laughed as much as I could force myself. There were somedays where I would just have to hide and sit brooding in a corner. Phone calls with my dad would evoke these mood swings. The next memories I have are of the summer I suppose...